You know what I hate? Having James Potter as your playmate as a child, & then having him turn into an egotistical pig as soon as we both set foot in Hogwarts. All the jokes, teasing, cat-calling... I can't stand it! I can't stand him. James Potter may have that devlishly handsome grin going for him, but I'm not falling for it! I've survived him for 5 years & I'm sure I can make it through my Sixth Year without him... I think?

When summer came around, Rose Weasley already knew how it was going to be - calm, somewhat hectic, and serene. Like always. Rose knew what to expect & this summer was no different. Except it was. It was very different...thanks to her mother, who decided to drop a huge bombshell on the whole family during dinner. A big, blonde, daunting, next-door neighboring, bombshell.

I'm going to get you back for all those tears I wasted on you, Amos Diggory. Every single drop. Consider yourself warned, sweetheart. Because this isn't a cat and mouse game anymore, it's a battlefield. And you're just my plaything.

Who: The Marauders.What: Steal Lily's diary.When: Ironically, on the same night she's hosting her slumber party.Where: The Seventh Year girls' dormitory.Why: To find out once and for all if she really does harbor feelings for James Potter... or not.

The world in which Regulus Black lived was spiraling down hill. He was sinking lower and lower; and he knew what he'd have to become. Nothing was going to change his future. There was no hope for him. Regulus was the bull, heading for disaster. Unfortunately, there was one person standing in his way. And she did the unthinkable. She did what no one thought could be done.

Sometimes, when you like someone so much, you can't control yourself around them anymore. Sometimes, when you love someone so much, you can't take the heat - even from just a simple touch. And sometimes, when you're crazy infatuated with someone, you can't stop your inner (hormonal barrier) timebomb from ticking, and eventually... You explode.

Love triangles are a very complicated thing. First there's the ideal girl, the one that's drop dead gorgeous. Then there's the ideal guy, the one that falls for her. And last but not least, there's the third one. The completely invisible and alone one, that has to witness their love from afar.

I know you love to resist and all it takes is a kiss, and you just love to hate me.
You know you love all the lies, so don’t act surprised, that I just love to hate you.
I kissed your lips, you pulled my hair - it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who love to hate because they're just like me.

There was a romance going on between two House rivals at Hogwarts. It was going on behind the bookshelves in the library and across the tables at dinner. Everyone knew about the secret couple; they just didn't know who they were. Many people speculated, but the people in question? Well, let's just say they kept their mouths shut.

My motto was this: Never let a man be a step ahead of you. There was a line, my mother told me, that you never crossed. You were to be the smartest of the pair. The only thing a man had was his brawn, it was his lady whom everyone knew had the brains. I believed this, because this was how I was raised. But I've recently witnessed a slight contradiction to this theory.

What is it about Weasley weddings that always lead their guests to confessing their inner most desires? Victoire Weasley is dying for an explaination. An explaination for why she did what she did, with Teddy Lupin, exactly three months ago. An explaination for why, at her current sister's wedding party, the man she has been voluntarily avoiding all night, has decided to catch up with her.